Eventually I came back after 2 years of long distance relationship with my love, New York.

What a emotional trip. I lived here for 10 years. A quarter of my life. I got a job, I became a mom, I bought an apartment, I sold one, I celebrated birthdays, I made new friends, I discovered a new way of thinking and lifestyle, I changed…

I was over excited to come back and scared. What if this vacation threw me into a depressive episode. My anxiety disappeared when the JFK airport doors opened and I felt the humidity on my face, I heard the loud car traffic and I smelled those hard-to-classify odors.

I missed everything, even what I hated when I lived there. And after one day, it was like I never left. I felt home. And I enjoyed every minute of this vacation and wished I had come back earlier. 

Now I am back to Paris. The last day was not the last because I know I will make sure I come back often to recharge my batteries and get energized.